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nextgenerationmarvel2014-09-25 08:33 pm
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This Has Not Been the Field Trip He Signed Up For ((X-Adult First, Maybe More Later))
After Athos had been released from Murderworld, the ninja stealthily and silently went farther into New York City. Eventually the turtle found a nice park with some well-used benches. He sat down on one and tried to achieve utter stillness.
What Athos achieved instead was a transformation into a redheaded teenager sitting on a park bench. Pete looked around nervously. He wasn't sure where he was. Or where his chaperone was. He rubbed his hands together and watched life go by.
This place wasn't filled with mutants, but he still felt very alone. He wondered if there were even pay phones around any more. Though he wasn't sure who he would call.
So, he decided to sit there until someone found him or he got a better idea.
What Athos achieved instead was a transformation into a redheaded teenager sitting on a park bench. Pete looked around nervously. He wasn't sure where he was. Or where his chaperone was. He rubbed his hands together and watched life go by.
This place wasn't filled with mutants, but he still felt very alone. He wondered if there were even pay phones around any more. Though he wasn't sure who he would call.
So, he decided to sit there until someone found him or he got a better idea.
Re: Kitchen
He was diligently making sure he got every last crumb. It'd been awhile since he'd been the one to eat.
Re: Kitchen
"Don't worry, I can always make more."
It actually begged the question of how exactly food and nutrition worked between the turtles and Pete. One that he was sure Hank or someone else either knew or could find the answers for, but he was rather curious about ...
Re: Kitchen
"Well, Pete, even if you do not make your schedule... I do not mind waiting." He gave a small smile. "I mean, only if you want to be friends! You do not have to be, and I will not force you."
He gave out a sigh and returned his attention to Profession Franklin, wondering if his ability to walk was even a possibility, or just some silly fantasy.
Re: Kitchen
In Pete's place was Porthos. "Duuuuuuuude."
The turtle scratched his neck and looked around. "Uh oh. Miss Blaire's wave."
Re: Kitchen
When Pete turned into Porthos, Franklin couldn't help but sigh slightly. Of course. It did help to distract a little from the awkward situation, though.
Re: Kitchen
"Good evening, Porthos." He tried to smile as best he could.
Re: Kitchen
"I should drop out of this wave. Miss Blaire scares turtle-kind. She's the big kahuna of this place without a taste for our laisse faire eating 'tudes." He nodded to both.
"Hang loose, brahs." He headed toward the exit.